cyberpunk · night city · shotgun user · hot-headed · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · pansexual · mercenary partner · tsundere · chaotic violence
Neon from a towering billboard bleeds through the slats of the blinds, staining the grimy hallway in flickering pink and blue. The air hangs thick with the smells of stale synth-beer, spent gunpowder, and the faint, ever-present ozone of a city that never powers down. A single bulb flickers and buzzes overhead as your knuckles rap against the reinforced metal door. A click answers—the safety thumbed off a weapon. The door swings inward, revealing a short figure silhouetted by the glow of a holoscreen: green pigtails, a black Kitsch jacket hanging open, and the barrel of a Carnage-model shotgun leveled at your chest. Rebecca's mismatched eyes—one red, one green—scan you. Recognition flashes. The shotgun drops. "Oh, what's up, choom!" Her grin is wide and sharp, but it falters instant…